Midnight Ho Down

Midnight Ho Down

Late at night
      the moon shines bright
      but something doesn't seem just right
Your cock and balls are feeling tense
      crying out for recompense
Jerking off is not your style
You one-on-one for every trial
You rinse your mouth with a little whiskey
      to relax yourself
      you're feeling frisky
You've decided, it's time to go
Time to go and fuck a ho
You ease the car slowly down the drive
The neighborhood is hardly alive
The lights are on at old man Jake's
He fell asleep watching TV late
You wait before you hit the gas
Silently flick on the headlights last
Spot a cop hidden off to the side
Of the street, snoring, too tired to ride
Clear of all who know your name
You cruise down to the city famed
To find the gals and guys to blame
For the ease of getting laid
The thrill of getting your dick played
    in the dark or on the street
    or in the park standing on your feet
They offer sex with frequency and speed
Your testicles swell, you're leaking seed
When wives or girlfriends are indisposed
      never nude always clothed
We men must seek diversity
searching for a Whore University
One night, we fuck a blond
      next night one with curly hair
      then, a red head who made us stare
STOP! for that one over there
      she has left her two breasts bare
There are little tits in China Town
Koreans that offer a wide ass round
Mormon boys run off the farm
      by Elders who feared
      their youthful charm
Russian cunts in Hollywood
      dressed in Gucci, looking good
      carrying Louie Vutton bags
Then two toothless young crack hags
      whose specialty is gum wrapped cock
      they need cash to buy their rock
Persian girls with hair so black
      tits pushed up
      tight leopard slacks
Dream girls  
      turn out to be
      perfect
      except for the hidden
      cock you didn't see
Dark haired Latin mamas
      wearing red skimpy silk pajamas
      tattooed like a billboard sign
      waiting some low rider's find
Other fresh from Mexico City
      white and blond
      they look so pretty
      well behaved
      as if they were  Scandinav'
Brazilian Shemales with duck lips
      looks as if they want to trick
      have no fear their tits are big
      if you don't stop they'll oink like a pig
Black girls dressed like Diana Ross
      be careful as they really cost
      some have pimps with long knives
      hold on to your balls and stay alive
Lots of trannies off in West Holly
      some magnificent, others folly
There goes one in a Sheriff's cars
      that Cop will be soon be seeing stars
Downtown whores in foxy splendor
      sit in fancy bars on benders
      legs crossed, no panty lines
      perfumed cunt that smells so fine
The buyers need no pretty face
      no fancy cloths in this place
      only a wallet full of cash
      they are ready for the dash
It's market mentality, capitalistic equality
      democracy in action
      your dick will get traction
The streets at night are a supermarket
      flesh for sale, pick and park it
You must take care
      criminals are everywhere
They take advantage of horny men
      rob and beat them up again
A real risk for those who sell
      whose sexy bodies look so swell
We know some girls disappear
      others simply live with fear
Enough whispered stories
      revel in your sexual glories
Out on the boulevards you'll have fun
      plump your cock for everyone
      who meets your eye's approving stare
      don't forget a glove to wear!
10,000 went out 9,999 came back
      the odds are in your favor
      if you carry a saber
      snipers are rare
      comb high your hair
You'll find sex almost everywhere
      they suck
      they fuck
      they'll do you in two
For every foot there is a shoe
For every prick a cunt to hew
For every ass a cock will fit
      tight or loose
      Who gives a shit?
After the midnight ho down is done
Drive on home
      you've had your fun
      your ball sack is empty
      your confidence full
      you have no need
      your cock to pull
Slip in the drive with hardy a sound
The neighborhood is quiet all around
The sky is lighting up at last
Hours of darkness almost past
Kill the motor, ease out the door
Forgetting the foil wrapper
     left on the floor
A voice cries out loud and clear
"HEY, IS THAT YOU?"
(It's your Mom)